Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.